Long before Logan Square became the cocktail capital of Chicago, there was the Whistler: a kind of a cocktail cabaret featuring a handful of hand-crafted drinks made by a bearded Las Vegas transplant called Paul McGee. It’s no surprise that in the decade since The Whistler opened and McGee moved on, it remains packed every night—and not just because it’s relatively small. It’s the rare spot that maintains neighborhood-bar status while offering eclectic programming that wins new fans nightly.
